Monday Evening Vinyl

Now that all the work day bullshit is behind me, I’m settling down with a hearty plate of Kelly’s lasagna and one last record for the evening.  This time, however, we’re taking a different direction from last nights Jazz Boner direction by letting HRH  indulge in her Prog Rock obsession with the last of her recent Genesis acquisitions, ‘Nursery Cryme


Nursery Cryme’  is the 3rd studio album from the English Prog Rockers, released in November of 1971 on Charisma Records following the addition of drummer Phil Collins and guitarist Steve Hackett to the band’s line-up. This is the album that saw the band move away from their folk-oriented sound into progressive rock with a more aggressive direction with electric guitars and keyboards.

The album is one part Lewis Carroll and one part Syd Barrett, creating a fanciful world that emphasized the band’s instrumental prowess as much as Peter Gabriel’s theatricality.  The real charm of the album is hearing the band test its limits, something that does result in genuine masterpieces, as on ‘The Musical Box‘  and ‘The Return of the Giant Hogweed‘, two epics that dominate the first side of the album and give it its foundation…which also serve as massive bookends for a short little acoustic ditty ‘For Absent Friends‘.

Now, some people will likely tell yo that the second side pales in comparison to the first, however, I think these people are fucked.  Side Two has some amazing eccentric, twisted pop confections in the way of ‘Seven Stones‘, ‘Harold The Barrel‘  and the amazing amazing ‘The Fountain of Salmacis‘.  To me, every bit as good as the better known prog monsters on Side One.

And with this last album on the books, HRH  is off to bed and Kelly and I are retiring downstairs to watch boob tube to wrap up the evening.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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